I saw this image and I immediately thought of this poem by W.H. Auden. We have all had broken hearts and ofcourse, have broken hearts as well. Very early on, I had a really heart wrenching experience when I could not return the feelings to someone I truly did care about just not in a romantic way. Watching someone you care about hurt, is an awful and helpless feeling. For you want to be there for that person, but ironically, you are the one who is causing the hurt. I remember thinking back then, is it easier and more tolerable to be the one being hurt. Then I read this poem and it felt awesome to be able to relate. Whatever you are feeling, there is always someone in this world who is feeling that same feeling or has felt it at some point in their life. I promise 🙂 and I find this comforting.
The More Loving One
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast.
How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me.
Admirer as I think I am Of stars that do not give a damn, I cannot, now I see them, say I missed one terribly all day.
Were all stars to disappear or die, I should learn to look at an empty sky And feel its total dark sublime, Though this might take me a little time.